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The Empyrean |
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The old man listens
careful to the wooden bureau
Feels the lines and curves--
the wood grain caressed
gentle, smooth, round
BiG BanD
she swings (back)
upside down
rocking chair.
You know what love is. (always)
You feel it like heat. (always)
You hear it and dance. (always)
In the sweet by and by.(God)
In the sweet by and by.(God)
In the sweet by and by.(God)
There,
there goes the night brigade
I’m,
I’m so terr’bly afraid
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